So, this morning I tried repacking my incision by myself. I should have known it wasn’t going to work, but my starry-eyed optimism said I had to give it a try.
It turned out rather disastrously. Montage sequence of failing to repack my own incision goes here.
In order to see what I was doing, I needed to stand in front of the mirror. Standing in front of the mirror meant that when I removed the old packing, I bled (though not truly profusely) down my front and onto the floor.
It was not going well. I tried lying down to keep the little bit of blood in the wound and not on the floor. With a hand mirror in one hand, I couldn’t wrangle both the packing material and the swab for actually packing. Without the mirror, I couldn’t see what I was doing at all which meant everything was six kinds of sideways.
I wasn’t going to be able to do it alone. I needed the cavalry and quickly because blood was drying on the floor and dried blood is kind of a pain to clean up. Queue the action sequence music.
Doctor Roommate came to my rescue. Yay! Thank you, Doctor Roommate. Doctor Roommate is my hero.
Seriously, AJ was amazing – sucking it up despite the fact that my incision is nasty looking to help me get new antiseptic packing in there so that I can hopefully heal properly now. AJ is amazing and deserves kudos for strength and bravery in the belly of icky not healing.
Fade out here, with many thanks to everyone who have been sending prayers, Reiki healing, and well wishes. I really appreciate it. It’s helping keep my spirits up despite the fact that this surgery has been more challenging than expected every step of the way.
But especially for AJ. You are my hero.